Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

Before Zhou Changping could finish his last word, he was knocked off the stage by Shen Lang's swift palm.

With a loud bang, Zhou Changping fell heavily to the ground, his sternum shattered, and he immediately vomited blood, staining the ground in front of him red.

He fell to the ground in pain, holding his chest, and looked at Shen Lang with eyes full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"This is impossible! I want to compete with you again!" Zhou Changping shouted hoarsely, his voice full of unwillingness and anger.

"Okay, you only have this face, save it." Shen Lang said coldly, his face full of contempt.

After that, he refused to give Zhou Changping even a glance from the corner of his eyes, but turned to look at the referee and shouted loudly: "Next, go!"

Shen Lang's current cultivation is at the eighth level of the Spiritualization.

However, if his overall strength is considered comprehensively, even if he engages in a fierce battle with a master of the Life Star Realm, the final outcome is difficult to easily determine in a short period of time.

Shen Lang's strength and various magical means allow him to fight against a master of the Life Star Realm, and he may even not lose.

Therefore, among the practitioners below the Life Star Realm, almost no one can compete with Shen Lang.

But the cultivation of the Life Star Realm is not a realm that can be easily achieved. It is not as common and numerous as the big radishes in the vegetable garden, where you can pull out a large piece at a time.

The masters of the Life Star Realm are extremely rare and precious in the entire group of practitioners. The hardships they have experienced in cultivation and the talents and opportunities they have have made them stand out on the road of cultivation and become objects of admiration and unattainable.

Therefore, it is difficult for the Zhou family to send many masters of the Life Star Realm to the front few to lead the battle. The front row are all at the peak of the transformation of the spirit.

Shen Lang dealt with them easily and freely, just like strolling in the garden.

Every opponent seemed to have many flaws in front of Shen Lang, and could not pose an effective threat to him at all.

In this way, Shen Lang easily defended the ring in three consecutive competitions, and successfully defended the ring in every game.

His figure on the ring was like an unshakable mountain, which made his opponents daunted and helpless.

There was a bit of contempt in his expression, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade, shooting straight at the referee.

"The fourth challenger, is his surname Zhou?" Shen Lang's tone was cold and questioning.

The referee's eyes were erratic, and he didn't dare to look at Shen Lang at all, as if he had done something wrong.

In fact, the referee himself was cursing in his heart. He had told the Zhou family before that they should not do things so blatantly, and just send out a few disciples with high cultivation.

After all, this was a round-robin battle, and he couldn't take pills to restore his spiritual power. According to normal speculation, it is estimated that after three or four rounds, Shen Lang would not be able to support it due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

But the head of the Zhou family was as stubborn as a bull and didn't listen to advice at all.

The Zhou family was really petty and would only do these small actions that were not worthy of being shown on the stage.

Shen Lang was too lazy to waste too much time on these people. He turned his eyes directly to the head of the Zhou family, with a serious expression and a little impatience:

"I'll give you a chance to defeat me openly. How many people have you arranged? Just let them come together. Just coming one after another, like intermittently and without any rules, you don't feel bored, but I feel it stinks."

Anyone who is described with such unbearable words would probably have a bad look on his face.

Several young men with green faces but angry expressions immediately appeared in the audience. Their faces flushed, they pointed their fingers at Shen Lang, and shouted at the top of their voices:

"Why are you so arrogant? Don't be so self-righteous and arrogant! We will beat you to a pulp in a while, let you know how powerful we are, and see if you dare to be so arrogant again!"

"Don't think that we dare not do anything to you just because you become an alchemist. Humph, others may treat you as a treasure and cherish you very much, but in our Zhou family, we will not be intimidated by your so-called alchemist identity, and we don't cherish you at all!"

Shen Lang smiled contemptuously, his lips tightly closed, and said nothing.

Although everyone present knew that the Zhou family had not changed after repeated warnings, and still bribed the referee to make a private signature in this competition.

But everyone tacitly left some face for the head of the Zhou family, at least he still had a fig leaf on his face.

However, at this moment, this originally fragile and thin fig leaf was ruthlessly torn off by these reckless and stupid guys.

Their response was equivalent to directly confirming the despicable behavior of the Zhou family in secret?

Shen Lang sneered and mocked: "The Zhou family is indeed all-powerful and capable. They can even send people from the Tiandao League at will and do whatever they are told to do. They are even more docile and obedient than carefully trained watchdogs."

Always being deliberately targeted like this, although Shen Lang is strong and not afraid of this group of villains, he was also aroused in his heart.

He said a few words casually and secretly provoked them without making a sound.

He didn't believe that the top leaders of the Tiandao League would tolerate the Zhou family's head, the sub-leader, to act recklessly and arbitrarily in his position and allow his family to dominate.

The referee's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if ink could drip out of it, but what Shen Lang said was the fact, so much so that he didn't even dare to refute it forcefully and loudly.

He felt guilty, after all, he did sign.

However, the more guilty a person is, the more he pretends to be righteous on the surface.

The referee pretended to be aggressive and stared at Shen Lang, shouting: "Do you have evidence? If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense here!"

Shen Lang almost couldn't help laughing, "There are so many living people standing there, can't you see?"

He had a playful look on his face, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

The head of the Zhou family quickly interrupted and said: "Shen Lang, don't talk nonsense here. In my opinion, you are just trying to take the opportunity to delay time so that you can recover your spiritual power."

The head of the Zhou family had an anxious and angry look on his face, and his eyes were fixed on Shen Lang.

"Since you are so impatient, let me experience the true strength of your Zhou family disciples."

Shen Lang looked indifferent.

Shen Lang had already said so, and the Zhou family's Patriarch had no intention of letting him go from the beginning, and had long wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

So, the remaining seven people began the seemingly solemn but actually pretentious act of drawing lots.